Before next weekend arrives (please please hurry up weekend!) I want to finish relating last weekend’s yarny adventure at the Huntington:
After checking out the yarn-dying table, The Baron and I ambled over to a group of spinners, part of the Bobbinwinder’s Guild. Of course my eyes were immediately as big as spinning-wheels, and we spoke with a lovely woman named Wendy. I cautioned The Baron about encouraging me to take up spinning — the yarn stash already feels a bit out of control, and I can’t imagine what it would be like if I was also accumulating roving and spinning tools. The yarn currently lives in the guest room, but I want to make sure it doesn’t become the yarn room where guests have to be squeezed in.
I was alternating between oohh-and-aahh-ing over the spun yarns and what the spinners were working on, imagining how fun spinning would be, and trying to resist the temptation to run out and buy a spinning wheel, when Wendy the Spinner came up with a great solution: Why didn’t The Baron take up spinning? He’s so sweet and polite, of course he played along even though I know he’d never even consider it. Just the thought of his giant duck-feet working the delicate pedals of the wheel kept me amused all week.
We also saw silk cocoons – both the boiled and unboiled kinds. According to Wendy, cocoons are boiled before the worms break through in order to preserve the silk as a single strand, which can be over a mile long. Once the worms eat through the cocoons, the silk fibers are (obviously) broken and short — less desirable. The Baron was both horrified and fascinated by the idea of boiling the cocoons, although once we realized the rationale it didn’t seem quite so bizarre. Yet again, I’m thinking about where my yarn comes from — what resources go into creating yarn and where my finished objects will end up. More on that later . . .
After watching the spinners for a while, The Baron and I rejoined Mom and glamorous, who were enjoying the Huntington Rose Garden. We walked around for a while, sniffing the blooms and picking out our favorites — Mom liked a really fragrant rose called “Double Delight.” As an extra bonus, The Baron struck up a conversation with a photographer named Steve who had been taking pictures of hummingbirds in the desert garden before he made his way up to the roses. He has an extraordinary gallery of hummingbird nest photos in his gallery and lots of beautiful photos of the gardens. The Baron is fairly hummingbird-obsessed (his backyard garden is planned around the likes and dislikes of hummingbirds) and was pretty excited when he saw the photos.
Although I didn’t get a chance to do an public knitting on Saturday, I thought the spinning-and-dyeing projects were a good substitute. This is the first weekend in what feels like forever that I have absolutely no weekend plans. I am literally counting down the hours until the bosses leave and I can pack up my work day and head home. I’m going to try and power through on the Frost Flowers & Leaves shawl this weekend — I want to try and finish it before the end of July. I’m also working my way through the new Knitty — can’t just devour it all at once — but I’m really liking the look of the Cochella top and the Hip in Hemp skirt. I’m not really a skirt-girl, but this one sure does look comfy and fun!